Twenty-One People between My Legs (and Counting)

The first person between my legs was the old man
from the sea. He sailed his skiff around my lake,
saltwater on his tongue.

The second person between my legs
was an orangutan.
Have you seen my bananas? he asked from inside me,
forlorn, because I hadn’t.
People on couch
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